Further to yesterday's post ...

[blamebrampton]

The writing/art wobblies: 
'I am an artist of immense personal integrity who does not need the support of the masses to confirm my genius.'
'Except it would be nice if people could mention my genius.'
'Hurrah! A lovely review calling me a genius!'
'But does that person know what genius really is? Or are they just a well-meaning but critically unsophisticated supporter, which is nice, but not the same.'
'I think I am brilliant, that's what counts!'
'But why oh why do people love Stephenie Meyer/Jeff Koons so much more than they love meeeeeeeee?'

After a few of these mental turnabouts, it's hard to stand up straight, hence the wobblies.

Was going to keep replying to comments, but I think I need a nap ...

Comments

[pinque.livejournal.com]

Mwahahahah, pretty much sums up how my wobblies go.

I feel a bit like Susan being picked last for her sports teams though it is very clear how much better I/she am/is than the rest of the team and here's why....

Sometimes I do want to jump up and down shouting look at me my work is so much better than this that and the other. But I don't because it's rude. Even if it's true.

Really I just want to hear that yep it's good and appreciated. But it seems that's not the general established practice and you have to go gooey over everyone else in the hopes of a few going gooey over you.

[curia-regis.livejournal.com]

That's how my thought processes go at times. *g* Although, not so much the whole "genius" thing. It's more that my mind goes:

Hey, I write better than so-and-so. So why do people love them more than they love meeeeeeeee? But I don't need public adoration. But damn it would be nice. But public adoration comes with wank. Ad infinitum. *g*

[catsintheattic.livejournal.com]

Whenever I get an attack of feeling entitled to receive more comments, I take therapeutic measures (talk to a friend, think hard, eat chocolate, go to the dojo, make fun of myself, analyse mechanisms of popularity to understand what I'm doing differently, write something, take a bath, beta-read, engage in someone else's writing process, edit a story, read a book, make a conscious decision to step off the soap-box of entitlement).

Because counting comments is the straightest way to unhappiness. :-)

[schemingreader.livejournal.com]

Wait...there was a Stephenie Meyer/Jeff Koons collaboration? That's scary.

[raitala.livejournal.com]

'Except it would be nice if people could mention my genius.'

Ha ha, snap! And also, your genius is a constant source of awe and wonder to me.

[clovis-t.livejournal.com]

As far as I can tell, people like Stephanie Meyer because most people are idiots. Unfortunately.

[spark-of-chaos.livejournal.com]

LOL

I can just imagine how you'd say that stuff out loud. :g:

[pingrid.livejournal.com]

'But does that person know what genius really is? Or are they just a well-meaning but critically unsophisticated supporter, which is nice, but not the same.'

:D:D It's like people with bad taste in women who say you're sexy. Thank them or slap them? ;)

[emansil-08.livejournal.com]

Are you sure you haven't been listening in on my own internal dialogue? because that sounds exactly like some of the comversations I've had with myself. *Except the Jeff Koons part, I don't know who he is.*